Like a painting stuck in time,
Pieces of the past,
pieces of the future,
Pieces of the now,
are all trapped in this house somehow,
tattered flags, rusty bells,
a pond with dying leaves of lily pads
reveals the last lily before snow,
wooden statues, forgotten deities,
cracked wood, so weathered, grey
Its a nice place to sit, a clam place to stay,
reflections in the water reveal truths
often left unseen,
underneath the rocks, moss covered, green,
a skeleton buried, ghosts in a pot,
Halloween leftovers.
Such a lovely house,
calm, peaceful, serene,
I feel lucky to be just,
part of the scene.
Violet Lovelena Witt 